#1192ibelin

ned.He does not wake until his bones are interred in the belly of Winterfell. He does not leave the realm of the dead until a Stark returns.

bran.His son has not moved for hours, the snow collecting in his hair, his furs, his eyelashes. Ned does not know what to make of the stillness, of the expectant way his hands are folded into his lap. His Bran is not his Bran anymore, no longer the boy with leaves in his hair and scabbed knees.

“You can say something, if you’d like.” His son is staring out into the distance, eyes unblinking.

Ned does not know who he speaks to, wonders for a moment if it’s to the wind or the trees or the snow itself. What lay beyond the wall never met with what he sees now as a life decidedly less complicated than the lives that came after it.

Bran’s gaze breaks as he blinks, head tilting although he does not look in his direction. “I would hear it, whatever it was.”

Ned cannot speak. It is not the way of things. The dead do not speak. They are the snow, the air, the weirwood, the earth. He is not Ned Stark because it would not be right to be Ned Stark. Not proper, even to his children. It is what separates the dead, the truly dead, from what is born beyond the wall.

Bran leans back into his chair. “I see.” One of his hands leaves his lap to press against the white bark of the tree. “I know better than most of what it is to be gone.”

His son--who is no longer his son, because he is no longer Ned Stark--stares into the loneliness of the Godswood.

He thinks of the boy who climbed. Of the babe in Catelyn’s arms.

The wind howls.

Unlike his other children, unlike Robb and Rickon, Ned knows he will never see this one again.

“Yes,” Bran agrees. “Only the North will grieve for what was Brandon Stark.”

Ned is the North.Ned will remember.

sansa.She is her mother’s image. Her hair falls over one shoulder, cheek resting upon the flat surface of the desk. To her side, there is a tallow candle flickering, a scrap of parchment, a well of ink. Her thumbs and fingers are stained with it-- a different kind of blood, for a different kind of war.

Her lips part slightly in sleep, words that Ned does not understand. Of all his children, she is the one he least understands. He thought her gentle. Maybe once she was. But now time has proven him wrong, and he knows he has failed her.

He waits by her side, until she wakes. Until she rubs at her eyes with the heel of her hand and dons her armor of furs. The North has found its way into every stitch of her clothing, into the set of her jaw and the rigidity of her spine. The others may battle, may bloody, but she provides and prepares.

Sansa Stark, more than any of his other children, understands how the winter comes.

theon.There is no anger in Ned as he watches his former ward walk through the gates of Winterfell. Ned was not here when the walls of their home were desecrated and the land salted, though he knows that the last time Theon Greyjoy stepped foot inside those gates it was to conquer it. But it is not for the dead to hate. It is not for a father to refuse forgiveness.

Theon has paid dearly for his passage. Now his mouth stays in its pressed line, his eyes move from place to place as if he is waiting for the walls to enclose around him. It is only around Sansa that he allows his guard to lower enough for an embrace. Ned sees in him the terror he must always overcome for the rest of his life, numbered though it is.

Ned watches on that night, the final night, as he shares salt and bread with his daughter. As he allows Winterfell to become his home once more. When dawn breaks the terrors of the night, he sees Theon nock an arrow, standing in front of his daughters, his sons.

He has allowed himself to sow.

arya.She stares out into nothing, her chest rising and falling in faster measure than that of the man beside her. Were Robert’s bones interred beside Ned’s, he imagines the man would have more than one thing to say about their children’s choice in sleeping arrangements.

But Ned only cares for one thing, and that is the silence from a list of names unsaid.

“Not today,” Arya pleads into the dark.

His youngest daughter closes her eyes, and a new list of names begins:

“Jon. Sansa. Bran. Gendry.” She stops for a moment. “The Hound.”

Not today, Ned wishes he could promise his fearless, brave girl.

jon.His son stares into the face of his mother. Ned watches, as Jon Snow tries to find something in the carved relief of Lyanna Stark. A nose, a chin maybe. Something of himself in the stone. Something that feels like home.

“I’m still Ned Stark’s bastard,” he informs his mother’s bones.

Lyanna does not speak at his side, but Ned feels her watching. Feels her sadness, her joy. Her desire to let him know he is part of something beyond the fire and blood of his birth. That he is pack because he is hers, because he is Ned’s.

He’s a prince, raised from a promise.

But also a son, loved regardless of it.

Ned knows his son will save the North, until the watch has ended.

You could always hide the recipe in fanfic

Picture it: We’re at the end of Hands of Clay. Steve and Bucky are sitting in the couch. They’ve just gotten married. The kids are happy and healthy, off enjoying a sleepover with Grandpa Abraham. Everyone is content.

Bucky stretches and says, “Heya Steve, what do you think we should have for breakfast tomorrow?”

Steve says, “Well Bucky, that’s a good question. Do we have any eggs?”

“Probably. What are you thinking?”

Steve turns, looks directly into the camera, and says, “With eggs, some grated cheese, and leftover roasted vegetables, you can make a perfect breakfast bake the whole family will enjoy.”

I have written over 400,000 words as preamble to the recipe of my mother’s quiche.

thank you so much!! <33 it actually has three tropes mixed together, lol, but I hope you like it! i don’t know if Billy is kinda ooc, but whatever. 

(tw: mentions of torture and child abuse. nothing more than on the show tho)

send me two tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story

Billy never thought he would snitch, but Rawlins is out of control. Seeing him torture a group of young Arab boys, some as old as twelve or thirteen, looking no more than kids, kids like he had been…That smile on Rawlins’ face, the promises of doing unspeakable things to them if they didn’t do as they were told… He could feel the bones in his arm hurting as if they had been broken yesterday. Rawlins needed to be stopped. He thought about doing it himself, but even if he could get to Rawlins, he would end up getting killed in the process. He needed protection. Hence walking into the NY Homeland Office and telling them everything he knew about Agent Orange.

“It’s not enough, Russo.” Hernandez had said. “You don’t believe me?” “That’s not the point. You’re into this shit as much as him. Your word means nothing. We need to catch him in the act. You need to go back.” “No.” “Yes.”

And that’s how Billy ends up going back to Afghanistan for his third tour, with a Homeland agent in tow to keep him line and alive (preferably).

Dinah isn’t happy with this arrangement either. She is a great agent, the rising star of Homeland Security and, within time, Rafi’s sucessor in the agency. Everyone knows. She shouldn’t be sent to Afghanistan as some glorified babysitter to Billy Russo, sniper, Special Forces, and - unfortunately - their only witness on the case against Agent Orange. 

Needless to say, Billy and Dinah don’t get along at first. They are suspicious people by nature and the thought of having to trust someone else with their lives makes the tension unbearable. If this mission is to be successful, something will gotta give.

Congrats on the new job and payraise! If you don't mind, any advice on writing a cover letter? And which job applications to to give a cover letter?

I’m of the opinion you should always send a cover letter along with your resume, all in one PDF file unless you’re applying via a website that has you do them separately. (There are free websites like png2pdf that allow you to merge files into one pdf to download.) Your resume should be used to establish you are qualified for the job, and your cover letter should argue why you are absolutely The Best Fucking Fit For The Job. I worked off one base document for both cover letter and resume, then for each cover letter did a “save as...” and would do a “Emily Adama_Resume_Museum Name” or “Emily Adama_Cover Letter_Museum Name” and kept them all in one folder. It’s important to keep track of what you sent to who for phone or second round interviews since the people you’re talking to are working off those documents as the only things they know about you. 

Additionally -- always, always, ALWAYS tailor your resume to the job posting. Straight up copy and paste their wording for specific tasks and goals if applicable to something you’ve done in a past position and use that phrasing on your resume with your specific stats + skills. Your resume may be viewed by an HR rep or department head -- in which case they are looking for those key terms and phrases -- who will scan it for a minute or two max before deciding whether to trash or move you to the next round, OR will be scanned by software for those key terms and phrases. I recommend the site novoresumes which is kind of like a google docs for resumes, it has some great templates and can give you generic feedback on your resume as you work on it. The free version only allows you to create one resume but it’s 100% workable. 

So in theory, you should write a new cover letter for each job application. In reality, what I did was come up with 10-12 different paragraphs that I could tweak and Frankenstein into cover letters for different museums since I do work in a very specific field and was applying to a specific kind of job. But it’s important to always lead off with you the fuck you are and your basic qualifications (so they can decide to keep reading, but keep it short) and end with firmly telling them your contact info, when you could start working, and that you want to proceed in this process. In the middle you can kind of feel out if it’s a place to include a personal statement or just cut to the chase with how your past experience will very specifically make you a valuable member of the team based on the wording in the job listing. 

Under the read more I’ve copied and pasted the cover letter that got me an interview with my new job. If you have any questions let me know!!  

Meera’s story, while beautiful and does an amazing job at providing exposition without sounding like exposition, might not have translated as well to the show. Meera don’t use names-- she uses epithets. Lyanna is “the wolf maid”, Howland is the “crannogman”, Robert is the “storm lord” and so on. As readers we can take the time to interpret all of this, but it might be harder to do when you hear it out loud. If Meera replaced these epithets with their real names for the show, it would sound as clunky as Petyr’s recent recollections of Harrenhal on the show. In other words, it would sound like she was there when she wasn’t, and like she’s explaining every detail rather than letting Bran figure it out.

It would have been a good story to provide more info on the tourney at Harrenhal, and help to make some characters appear appear to be more real, but it’s not necessary for the show. They’ve already discussed Rhaegar and Lyanna in other ways, they’ve mentioned Howland Reed, etc.

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AHHHH!!! Too cute! Do what breed? Or is she hundred percent mutt?

She’s an English Springer Spaniel! The folks we bought our new house from had an accidental litter, and they were like ‘so hey the house could hypothetically come with a puppy if you wanted’

some spoilers for satellites! 

we’re doing a corellia arc for the last of it, meaning we’re going to see some familiar faces from both the Legends/EU canon and the movie canon :B

rey gets into it with a member of the space!paparazzi